Poptarts!

Bitch it's Jung, Carl straight out your subconscious mind
Pull this shit from Plato's form straight to your fucking eyes
Back in high school I got way motherfucking high
Thought I'd flunk that shit but they knew I could really write
2050 SAT, that shit wasn't worth it
Can't believe I used to wish mama had aborted
All my life is so surreal, feeling like I'm Borges
Used to popping fucking pills, now I only Poptarts!

I don't pop pills bitch I Poptarts! (Poptarts!)
I don't pop pills bitch I Poptart! (Poptarts!)
I don't pop pills bitch I Poptarts! (Poptarts!)
I don't pop pills, no, I dont pop pills

Poptarts, Cornflakes, get laid everyday
Big buns, big butts, big if, so what?!
All this shit feel so absurd
Feeling like Albert Camus
Stay alive, but what's the point?
Drop a tab, smoke a joint
At least I'm really off those pills
How ironic, I had to chill

I don't pop pills bitch I Poptarts! (Poptarts!)
I don't pop pills bitch I Poptart! (Poptarts!)
I don't pop pills bitch I Poptarts! (Poptarts!)
I don't pop pills, no, I dont pop pills



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Writer(s): Rolando Bosch
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